“You should go back to your friends—” “Look, Tutor Girl,” I cut her off with a grin. “It’s late, it’s dark, you’re not walking by yourself.” She’s quiet a moment before she speaks again. “I don’t want to walk with you,” she whispers, her frown is focused forward. Just like that, the bit of fun is fucked off into the night. “Yeah, well. Too bad.” I don’t look her way, unsure why a flare of disappointment washes over me. “I’m walking home just the same now, so only makes sense I walk with you. Which dorm do you live in?” “I don’t live in the dorms.” “Okay, what housing are you in?” I take off
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